Tokyo Wingman King

Asama thought that Apple would say, "Let me go, I'll give you whatever you want!"

Or say something weird like “How about I get you a few girls?”

But [Apple] did not give Asama a chance to talk.

His personality, wearing a mask with Apple's 80s rainbow logo, fled back to the void.

Before leaving, he angrily yelled at Asama,

"No, you are sick! Next time I come here, I will be a dog!"

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It seems that the task assigned by [Brother Helmet] is not easy to complete.

If [Apple] doesn't come, which personality will appear next time the personality flips?
Rather than saying that they are his other personalities, it is better to say that they are himself in other world lines. No wonder he doesn't like them. Strong self-loathing is the ballast of his personality in two lifetimes.

Of course, most of them didn't like him either.

If his personality flips next time and no one is willing to replace him, won’t the real me become a soulless shell?
It’s not that it’s bad, but I’m not sure about the risks.

Let [Brother Helmet] come over?

Let him hide in the toilet and hold his breath, or snap his fingers and buy lottery tickets, to see if he can sense the existence of the system and whether he can use the system's skills?
So, can he trust [Brother Helmet]?
Some say that we need to cultivate the wisdom to be able to distinguish what is under our control and what is not, and then have the courage to deal with the former and calmly accept the latter.

Just as he accepted the existence of the system, he also accepted the fact that he had a split personality.

He didn't like either of these two facts, and in comparison, he hated his split personality even more.

Because he has the channel to uninstall the system, but he has no way to eliminate the split personality.

It's impossible that I really need to see a psychiatrist as Yitiao said, right?
If he really tells it to the doctor, he will probably just say that he plays too many games like "Persona 5 Royal". After all, people's judgment of things is always limited by common sense and prejudice.

If the system hadn't set a trap for him, there would actually be no need to eliminate other personalities.

But now it seems that the frequent personality flips have affected his sense of security. This ghost trait is like the one that made him reluctant to exercise two months ago, Chiyoko Konoe.

[Brother Helmet] said that [Personality Possession], which is a telepathic connection with other personalities, is the only solution?

What does it feel like to have a personality?
There will probably be no answers to these questions in the short term.

Asana thought a lot in an instant, and only came to his senses when the pain began to become more intense.

Silently reattached the dislocated arm.

I have become very proficient at touching the bones and removing the arm. There is no swelling in the shoulder and there is a high probability that the nerves, tendons, ligaments and soft tissues are not injured.

But after the connection, the uncomfortable feeling still exists.

Fortunately, it was his left hand that was removed, so it did not affect his eating and writing.

As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. I wonder if the recovery period can be shortened when the physical strength is only 10.

The lock picking tool made of a paper clip, which he had originally placed in the tissue box on the washstand, was inserted by [Apple] into the keyhole of the door.

Asana adjusted the position of the wire and the lock opened in less than 6 seconds.

With the [Circus Juggling] skill and adjusted agility, this B-level lock in the hotel bathroom is as defenseless as Paris in front of the German army that passed through the Ardennes Forest and bypassed the Maginot Line in 1940.

When I walked out of the bathroom, it was already dawn outside the window. Asana took out his cell phone and saw that it was August 8, 18:5 in the morning.

The speed of time flowing on both sides is indeed different.

How much exactly? About 1:12?

He was not sure, it was different from the last time he went to the void. In addition, when he looked at the [empty screen], he could not feel the speed difference between the two sides.

Asana went back to the bathroom and took a hot shower, setting the alarm clock and the biological clock in his head to 7 o'clock.

He planned to take a nap first to clear up the side effects of [staying up late].

The ability of [Night Wanderer] increased his sleep resistance to 100%, but at this moment, he was not interested in testing whether this resistance could offset the sudden death-like sleep effects of [Staying Up Late].

After drying his hair, Asana didn't lift the quilt and lay down on the bed. He closed his eyes and opened them again. An hour passed.

Today, with excellent attributes and rich skills, he has gradually escaped from the category of mediocrity. When it comes to sleep, he is as precise as a machine.

When I opened my eyes, the alarm on my cell phone rang.

After turning off the alarm clock, Asana got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth.

I have to say that the [Night Wanderer] feature of being able to sleep and wake up as you like is really useful. Although the feature description states that only 10 minutes of sleep can eliminate the fatigue of the previous day, Asama still follows the sleep requirements of the [Staying Up Late] feature and sleeps for a full hour.

A good rest can make a person pure.

Asama thought so.

My mind is clear and I feel refreshed, as if the valley fog in my brain has been completely washed away by the sun.

He picked up his phone again and clicked on the unread group message - in the Love Consultation Club group chat, there was only one message from Masumi.

"Good morning, is everyone awake?"

I was drunk like a slime yesterday, but I woke up so early. No one responded to my message. Fujiwara and Houhouin were probably busy with other things. The drunk girls from last night were probably still asleep.

Before replying to a message, Asama called Fuzugawa first.

After waiting for about 10 seconds, the call was connected.

The somewhat soft voice of the energetic idol came out from the receiver.
"Good morning~Robert~ Have you started thinking about me so early in the morning~"

Judging from her voice, she should still be in bed and not get up.

"Aren't you awake yet?"

"Robert should answer [Good morning]."

"It's not too early. It's not too early anymore."

"Let me see, isn't it only 7 o'clock? It's still early~"

Asama felt it was not early at all.

The flight time is 11:40 in the morning, transfer to Frankfurt, and then take ANA's Boeing 787 direct to Tokyo.

We gathered at 9 o'clock to set off, but it always takes a lot of time for girls to prepare before going out. It may not be finished in 2 hours.

"Don't you still have to pack up?"

"Last night, Pochi-san and I packed everyone's luggage. Pochi-san is still sleeping in my arms, so cute. I want to sleep for a while, too. Robert-kun, please hang up the phone."

Asana automatically filtered out the irresponsible remarks from Tachibana. He always felt very angry towards Busei for sleeping in.

"F-san, you have been too lax recently."

"I slept very late last night. I was a little worried that Mai-chan might catch a fever again. Hey~ Fortunately, she's fine~ Don't worry, Robert~"

".If you're really worried, don't drink so much."

"Speaking of wine, I'm hungry. Hehe~ Robert-kun, do you want to make breakfast for us?"

"Take a nap and eat in your dream. We will gather and set off at 9: at the latest. Don't oversleep."

"Okay~ Robert, remember to make breakfast~"

“Doesn’t the hotel provide breakfast?”

"I'll leave it to you~Oh~Yeah~Su~Mi~~~"

Busui River hung up the phone first.

Asama patted his head.

In addition to the energetic Undying River, the sad Undying River, and the soft Undying River when sick, there is also the lazy and charming Undying River.
It's true that birds of a feather flock together. Has she been infected by Pochi's hormones?

Or maybe it's the aftereffect of using her, Futami, and Jiandao as material one after another recently? .
It didn’t take much time to make breakfast. After replying to a message saying “already awake”, Asana decided to do something else first.

After replying to messages from more than 10 people, he took out several mobile phones and tablets and used [Feng Cong Er] to start a new day of study.

Camera No. 1 was playing the German philosophy salon "Arendt's Study of Walter Benjamin";
Camera No. 1965 was playing the French interview "Badiou and Foucault";
Camera No. 3 was playing a public lecture on Wittgenstein's Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus given by a philosophy professor at Trinity College, Oxford University;
Camera No. 4 was playing Cantor’s set theory, a book shared by a YouTuber in the computer database field;

The tablet computer on the table was showing the documentary "Hermann Hesse's Long Summer" at 2x speed;
The pen in his hand was brushing over English and second grade math problems.

He has already taught himself all the first-grade courses and related extended knowledge points.

The efficiency of multi-threaded operation is not as ideal as imagined. Watching is more important than memorizing, thinking is more important than calculating conclusions.

It is not difficult for him to remember what six people said at the same time. He can even repeat short and daily content.

When playing the brain-splitting game, he wouldn't lose to them as badly as before.

But if he was asked to handle three difficult math or physics problems at the same time and calculate the correct answer, he couldn't do it. He thought his talent in science was not bad, after all, mathematics had always been a subject that earned him self-esteem in Yinghe.

Asana was a little hurt by the conclusion that he had acquired the skill of [High Ears] but could not learn advanced mathematics efficiently.

Were all the matters that Prince Shotoku handled at that time civil disputes?
Asana rubbed his shoulders and continued to do math problems, practice foreign language listening, and learn about philosophical theories and computer programming knowledge.

In a blink of an eye, it was 8 o'clock and there was a knock on the door.

Only then did Asama realize what was happening and quickly took tools to pry open the door lock.

The person standing at the door was expected.

She has a tall figure like a model, a face more delicate than an idol, and well-groomed chestnut long hair tied up. Her charm is well displayed in the [Love Letter Harvester] dress. She herself is like a love letter written by someone who makes your heart beat, which can easily arouse your desire to read.

Ichijo Masumi was holding a paper bag, and he made eye contact with Asama for a moment, then he chuckled.

"Did you lock the door last night? Boys should also learn to protect themselves when they go out?"

It seems that Ichijo heard the sound of the lock being picked.

"Normal operation."

Asana shrugged and let Ichijo enter the room.

After entering the room, he quickly closed the door and locked it.

Just as Asama was about to say something, Ichijo had already taken out two hangers from the hotel entrance closet, looked into Asama's eyes and said,
"As for reinforcing the door lock, I can do that, too. All I need is two hangers and connect the chain lock to the door lock."

It seems there was a misunderstanding.

Ichijo carefully demonstrated to Asana a method of reinforcing the door's lock - hooking a clothes hanger made of environmentally friendly plastic, putting on the chain lock and door handle, and then tried to open the door and pulled it hard.

Because of the reinforcement, there is only a gap of less than 1 cm between the doors.

Asama thought this was no different from putting tape on glass during a typhoon. If a criminal really wanted to kidnap this young lady, he would not be stopped by this little thing.

Although he thought so, Asana still gave Ichijo a thumbs up.

"Something."

"Miss Tina taught me."

Asama knew who Tina was, the female bodyguard who dyed her hair blonde for disguise.

Ichijo smiled slightly, carried a paper bag and walked into Asama's bedroom. He put one hand on his chest and took a few deep breaths - as if Asama's room was a plateau area with thin air, making people feel dazed and short of breath.

Looking at the lip gloss on Masumi's lips, Asama asked,

"Have you had breakfast?"

"No, Hero-kun, do you want to make me breakfast?"

"Well, we'll go to the hotel kitchen later. What do you want to eat?"

"Just eat whatever you have. Don't make it too much trouble."

"Wait a minute, I'll pack my things."

Asana folded the dirty clothes he had taken off in the bathroom into a plastic storage bag and began to pack his suitcase.

The girl was curious about the densely packed electronic devices on the table.

“Why are there so many mobile phones?”

“Do some small experiments in learning.”

Yitiao clicked on the black-and-white documentary film on the tablet, paused after a few seconds, and smiled at Qianjian.

"Hero-kun is the most studious person I've ever met. Are you preparing for the future?"

Asama doesn't know what his future will be like.

“Without any preparation, studying is just a way to pass the time.”

"Is that so? Hero-kun is really good at setting goals for others."

"It's just some advice, you don't have to adopt it. You have to find your own goals to pursue them."

Ichijo always felt that the moment of separation, the bed in the early morning, the ascetic boy, and the mature thoughts, all blended together, produced a stellar gravity that attracted her instinctively.

In the countdown to farewell, she really wanted to say something and do something.

But she didn't know what to say or do.

Today, the still water of Asama makes people feel safer than ever before.

She couldn't avoid his charm. Even when he looked unkempt, he could easily make her blush and her heart beat faster.

The time she spent with him was always comfortable, so much so that she hardly had the courage to change anything.

For her, as long as things don't go bad, the relationship is good.

Unlike Fuzugawa and the others, she, Masumi Ichijo, is indeed a coward.

"By the way, this is for you. You can't wear this all the time."

Ichijo handed the paper bag to Asama and glanced at the slippers next to the bedside table.

Following her gaze, Asana already knew what was being brought over.

I took the paper bag and found an orange shoe box inside. The front of the box was printed with Santoni's handwritten letters, and inside the box was a pair of black leather and white sneakers.

It is an Italian brand. A pair of leather shoes costs about 12 yen. The soles and insoles are in orange, which is very popular among the middle class. For the eldest daughter of the Ichijo family, it is not a valuable item. But for Asama in this life, it is a valuable item. He has never worn shoes that cost more than 6000 yen.

This pair of shoes can replace 20 pairs of his shoes, but I don’t know if this pair of shoes can last for 2 years. His previous shoes could only be worn for 40 years at most.

"I've already asked Yue Hai about the size. This pair should fit."

Not considering the possibility of the shoe not fitting well, she asked someone to make a foot mold yesterday based on the shoe sample sent by Asama's mother, the wear and tear on the sole of the shoe, and the size measured by Futami before.

"Thank you. But..."

"Please accept it! Just consider it as the extra consultation fee."

Hearing what Ichijo said, Asana didn't act pretentiously.

"Thanks. This isn't a consulting fee. It's a gift between friends. I'll prepare a return gift for you when you return to Tokyo."

Ichijo Masumi's eyes lit up.
“Can I make a request?”

"Anything is fine within reason. What does I-san want?"

"I'll tell you before we return to Tokyo."

Yitiao kept the secret a secret and then laughed,
"Try it?"

"Ah."

Fits surprisingly well.

For a moment, the memory of his girlfriends in his previous life who criticized him and dragged him to the store to try on shoes was like bubbles, floating for a few times and then disappearing.

"how do you feel?"

"Very good. Thank you."

"I've said it three times."

"After all, it's something a friend gave me that I don't need. Even if I don't need it, I should be grateful for my friend's kindness."

".I kind of understand why the previous Hero has no friends now."

"Sorry, I have more friends than you."

"Yue Hai said they are all your godsons."

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Seeing Asama's speechless look, Ichijo smiled and said,
"The shoes do suit you very well, that's nice."

"Well, I do like the basic black and white."

"What I said is very consistent with Hero-kun's sultry appearance. Black and white on the outside, orange on the inside."

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I have truly experienced the feeling of being obliged to do good deeds for the people you serve.

Asama quickly packed all the luggage and said to Ichijo,
"Let's go downstairs and have breakfast." (End of this chapter)